Republic of China: German-equipped divisions massacred as warlords guarded the nation's borders

The lead German-made Type II tank let out a beastly roar, its massive tracks crushing the police post set up at the intersection.

The tank turret slowly rotated, and the thick cannon barrel was almost directly pressed against the nose of the British police inspector who was leading the group!

The armored battalion commander leaned halfway out of the command tower, holding a submachine gun in his hand, staring at the group of patrolmen with eyes that looked as if they were dead.

"Commander-in-Chief Chen has been ordered to enter the concession to wipe out the Japanese terrorists! Anyone who blocks my way will be killed without mercy! Get out!"

With a roar from the battalion commander, the deafening roar of the tank's engine, combined with the cold sound of its cannon, instantly shattered the psychological defenses of all the patrolmen.

"My God! These warlords have gone mad! They want to start a war!"

The British police inspector was so frightened that he collapsed onto his backside in the mud and scrambled to the roadside. The other Indian officers were even more terrified, abandoning their armor and fleeing in all directions.

The last British police superintendent who dared to stop Chen Zijun was reportedly crushed into a pulp by an armored vehicle.

It's so bad, and the Public Works Department didn't even utter a sound. Who would dare to stop them?

The International Settlement belongs to those government officials, but your life is your own!

Faced with absolute military superiority, the so-called "extraterritoriality of the concessions" and the face of the great powers were not even worth a piece of toilet paper!

The steel torrent surged forward, heading straight for the Japanese-owned and domestic cotton yarn factories!

……

At this moment, inside the underground warehouse of the inner and outer cotton yarn factories.

Hundreds of shirtless Japanese ronin and secret agents, with white headbands bearing the inscription "May your military fortune last forever," were distributing weapons under dim lighting.

The wooden crates were pried open one after another, and gleaming samurai swords, smuggled Colt pistols, Hanyang rifles, and Commission rifles were handed to the thugs.

"Gentlemen!"

A colonel from the Special Higher Police, dressed in a kimono, drew his sword, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust: "At daybreak, those foolish Chinese workers will gather at the gate! The spirits of the Imperial Navy's Third Fleet are watching us! Let's wash away the Empire's shame with Chinese blood! Slaughter the leaders, incite a riot, and create the opportunity for the Imperial army to land!"

"Long live the Great Japanese Empire! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Hundreds of Japanese thugs brandished their weapons, howling like wild beasts. They couldn't wait to see the Chinese workers fall in pools of blood, screaming in agony.

however.

Just before this group of beasts was about to begin a bloody massacre.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar!

The heavy iron gate of the textile factory, along with a large section of brick wall next to it, collapsed with a deafening crash under the impact of an unparalleled and terrifying force!

Smoke and brick fragments flew everywhere in the downpour.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the Japanese ronin, a German-made tank, like an ancient beast, crushed through the ruins and rampaged into the factory area!

Then came the second, the third, and wheeled armored vehicles...

More than a dozen armored vehicles instantly surrounded the huge underground warehouse door!

The blinding vehicle-mounted searchlights pierced the darkness like sharp swords, locking onto the group of Japanese men in the warehouse who were still holding samurai swords and pistols.

"What...what is this?! A Chinese tank?!"

The Special Higher Police colonel's hand, gripping his sword, trembled violently, and his face turned deathly pale.

Why were Chen Zijun's armored units in the International Settlement?! How did they find this place so precisely?!

No one answered his question.

Because Chen Zijun's order was—shoot them all!

"Machine guns ready! Fire!"

The armored battalion commander issued a chilling death sentence over the communications channel.

"Thump thump thump thump thump—!!!"

"Da da da da da da—!!!"

At the same time, the MG34 coaxial machine guns and 20mm autocannons on more than a dozen tanks roared deafeningly!

Hundreds and thousands of tracer rounds crisscrossed the night sky, forming an impenetrable net of fire that swept into the warehouse with overwhelming ferocity!

This is the real massacre!

Flesh and blood are as fragile as paper in the face of a storm of steel!

"Aaaaaahh ...

The heart-wrenching screams had barely begun when they were completely drowned out by the furious roar of gunfire.

Those Japanese ronin wielding samurai swords, attempting a "Bushido charge," were instantly riddled with bullets. Their bodies convulsed violently in the dense hail of bullets, as if electrocuted. Blood and bits of flesh mingled together, staining the warehouse walls crimson.

The Special Higher Police colonel didn't even have time to raise his knife before a 20mm machine gun shell hit him directly in the chest.

"Bang!"

His upper body exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the spot!

The machine gun fire lasted for a full three minutes!

The armored units stopped firing only when there wasn't a single living person left standing in the warehouse, and even the wooden crates containing weapons had been reduced to sawdust.

Thick gunpowder smoke mixed with the pungent smell of blood permeated the rainy night.

This grand conspiracy, meticulously planned by the Japanese headquarters and intended to pave the way with the blood of Chinese workers, did not even last an hour in the face of the absolute steel tracks. Chen Zijun crushed it into dust in the most domineering and bloody way!

……

The next morning.

When the citizens of Shanghai awoke, they were immediately stunned speechless by the headlines on the front pages of major newspapers.

Shocking! Japanese terrorists infiltrate foreign concessions, plotting a massacre!

Commander-in-Chief Chen strikes swiftly! Armored forces thwart Japanese plot! Hundreds of armed thugs killed!

The newspaper clearly showed piles of Japanese corpses in a textile factory warehouse, along with the samurai swords and smuggled guns clutched in their hands. A partial translation of "Project Kikusui" was also attached.

The proof is like a mountain!

Chen Zijun not only physically eliminated these demons and monsters, but also seized the absolute moral high ground in public opinion. Faced with this evidence that felt like a slap in the face, the Japanese consulate could only swallow its anger and dare not utter a single word! After all, armed thugs plotted a massacre, and Chen's actions were a "righteous counter-terrorism operation"!

Thus, Chen Zijun uprooted the last intelligence and sabotage base of the Japanese in Shanghai.

however.

Just as Chen Zijun had completely subdued the situation in Shanghai, demonstrating his impregnable dominance.

Guangzhou, thousands of miles away.

Inside the headquarters of the National Revolutionary Army, however, there was a scene of jubilation.

"Principal! Principal, you're overjoyed!"

Intelligence Bureau Chief Dai Zhijian burst into the office, his face beaming with excitement, holding aloft a blood-stained oil paper package. "Viper is back! He risked his life to bring you back the top-secret destroyer blueprints from the Jiangnan Shipyard!"

Chiang Kai-shek suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes flashing with fanaticism.

He carefully took the blueprints, as if he were holding the future of the entire South in his hands. He had no idea that he was receiving a deadly poison capable of shattering the South's meager military industrial foundation!